Miracles

Words that had been left unsaid,
Now reverberated as coherent songs.
Hearts that had been all darkness,
Now assumed a most fiery form.
What were once distinct dispositions,
Now turned mirrors to one another.
What used to be dewy dejection,
Now danced in delightful demeanour.
Fine affections embellished our wretched existence,
Minds learned the mute language of love.
Like free, airy spirits we then vanished,
Into the unknown infinity of heavens above.
All this transpired within our secret souls,
Our earthly frames borne to divine shores.
And yet, he asked me, most earnestly,
"What do you think, Miracles happen or not?"